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Invisible


            The darkness and cold sting of the night enveloped Cortnie as she lay on a park bench, who knows where. Thoughts ran through her mind. She didn't understand anything. It had been about three months now since she last was in her house. Now that she thinks back about it she really wouldn't call it a home anymore. Her thoughts mold and intertwine together, all like a big awful nightmare that she would wake up from in a cold sweat. Only this is reality. No matter how many times she pinches herself to wake up she is in the same place and time. .
             It seems like so many years have passed, even in Cortnie's face time and stress have taken its toll on her body. Once strong and fit, her bony, fragile body seems as if it's wasting away. Touching her skin is like touching leather, hardened from sleeping outside so many nights in the harsh weather. She remembers days where she sat outside on her front porch basking in the sun just letting time pass without a care, no worries. Now every day is a worry. Where to find food, how much money she has left, if she is even going to eat today. Sometimes her stomach aches so bad she just wants to lie there and die. Not to mention the emotional pain she goes through every day. Why hasn't anyone found me yet, maybe they just don't want to find me, maybe they have forgotten I even existed? Then again I don't want them to find me; I am not going back there. This is the life she has chosen and she can't go back now. She is already in too deep. .
             She manages to fall asleep spreading a newspaper over her body. She lies on the park bench in a ball. She awoke to a cold splash of something rolling across her face and dripping onto the ground. She sat up as three kids around twelve dashed away, throwing an empty cup on the ground and laughing. She wiped her face with her hand and saw that it was just water. She grabbed the corner of her grubby jacket and wiped her face.


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